Richgirl Novels & Stories

Richeal Yill gritted her teeth. When she thinks of the cold words Summit Sudan said to her earlier, but he's so nice to Kacy . How could she not hate her? Her eyes flashed recklessly and Richeal Yill took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to her to quietly keep up with Kacy .

I beg of you! “I've always wanted to do this Dell” Rick says as he touches her face “You should've chosen me instead” Mom spit in his face at those words “Go to hell Rick” He slapped her face at that “If I will, you'll go ahead of me for all those kids you sold and those people you killed. But first, I'm going to bury myself deep inside of you and fuck you like the whore you are. You're going to hell with my seeds buried inside of you” He spread her legs and lift her dress up

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

because she doesn't want Jeff to think that she only has a crush on him because he has a stable income. When the food was finally served to her….. she couldn't help but eat her food quietly, as different things rang through her mind. "What's your ideal type of woman?". She asked while chewing her chicken. "My ideal type of woman is the one who doesn't talk while eating". Jeff said flatly. Anna realizes that he's trying to say that he doesn't like it when a lady eats and talks, so she quickly ate her food and when she was done she drank her wine in one gulp.

which I'm right now, but I'm not going to do that out loud. "You're different," I heard her mumbling voice. "What do you mean by I'm different?" I asked, suddenly curious by the way she looked at me. "You heard me," she asked, and I nodded drying my hand, leaning on my elbow with my hand pressed on my chin on the kitchen table staring at her. "I mean you're rich yet you live in a small house, with very little luxuries and even by talking with I can say that you're very kind, I mean look you helped, treated my wound, even when I'm just a stranger for me,"

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

Collin and his wife Melissa have a daughter by the name of Lily who is two years younger than Mark and three years older than Maya. So when Maya was brought home, Lily was eight years old. At first, Maya could not speak and could only lock herself in the room. She feared everyone and the only person she wanted to see was Mark. Mark was also very patient with her. He could take her out to some beautiful places in their pack. He also told her stories about wolves and all she needed to know. Thus the two people grew closer and closer with each passing day until Maya opened up to other people. Although she has never felt wanted, with Mark's encouragement, she learned to appreciate life and every

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

Wealth and social standing never bordered her and she paid no interest to it. Chris had been taken aback when Selena offered him a ride home in her Mercedes. She had stumbled upon him during her drive home after their school basketball team lost a game to the opposing team. She was so nice to him after then and never looked down on him even when they both came from different backgrounds, cultures, and family wealth. Chris marveled at her down-to-earth nature compared to that of most girls on the campus that treated him as if he was invisible. His chocolate skin and dreads made him stand apart from the other students.

She was in New Jersey, at a meeting for Clair Industries, Mira also made millions before turning seventeen, and with my help as always, she was on her way to billions now, along with Josh. "She looks so comfy" Mira says, breaking our conversation to look at Quinn, chatting with Elijah and putting on a show. "Watch this" I say getting up from my chair. I walk over to them, catching the eyes of Elijah, he watched with curious eyes as he sat there with Quinn, he looked so miserable, but I guess he had such a big heart, he couldn't just get up from her presence. "What do you want?" Quinn asks, glaring at me through her lashes,wow, natural ones today.